Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.

Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat - seamy on both sides.

Fortune is a prize to be won. Adventure is the road to it. Chance is what may lurk in the shadows at the roadside.

Each of us, when our day's work is done, must seek our ideal, whether it be love or pinochle or lobster à la Newburg, or the sweet silence of the musty bookshelves.

But how is it now? All we get is orders; and the laws go out of the state. Them legislators set up there at Austin and don't do nothing but makes laws against kerosene oil and schoolbooks being brought into the state. I reckon they was afraid some man would go home some evening after work and light up and get an education and go to work and make laws to repeal aforesaid laws.

She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).

Except in streetcars one should never be unnecessarily rude to a lady.